Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1656 My heart is the way and the pressure of the saint
  Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at him and said nothing.

What are you doing here to teach me, to serve as food for your group of disciples?
  When he stepped onto the seventh level, although the pressure was ten times that of the sixth level, Zhang Yan's body had been strengthened to a quasi-saint level by the energy flowing out of the seal. Even though it was difficult, it would not break his muscles and bones.

He finally regained some sanity.

"What do you want most in life?"

"What does it have to do with you?" He will work hard to get what he wants.

At the eighth level, I finally felt it again. My mind was dizzy and my chest was out of breath, but the running skills and the energy were still bearable.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"What does it have to do with you?" His regrets will be repaid by himself.

Zhang Yan dragged his heavy steps to reach the ninth level. This was a watershed.

What permeates the sky is not gravity, but the pressure of the saint.

The pressure of a saint can make everyone in the ancient world worship him. Even if it is just a trace, it can be concentrated on one person and it is not easy to resist.

As soon as Zhang Yan stepped forward, he was suppressed and bent his straight back.

His teeth were bleeding from the bite, but he could only be suppressed and slowly knelt down.

He held it up with his palms and held on with all his strength.

Kneeling down on one knee was Zhang Yan's last act of dignity.

Cold sweat dripped on the steps drop by drop, and Zhang Yan had no time to care.

His face was as pale as a dead man, and he was the most stubborn and refused to admit defeat.

Zhang Yan did not feel that the saint was unworthy, so he knelt down.

He was just stubborn and refused to give in. That was his pride.

Zhang Yan believed that Yuanshi Tianzun preferred a disciple who was strong-willed and unyielding to fate, compared to a disciple who did not resist and grovel.

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced into the water mirror, and a flash of appreciation flashed past. "In that case, let me help you again!" His expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

As soon as he pointed, the pressure of the saint that Zhang Yan felt doubled.

The pressure cracked Zhang Yan's body, crushed his straight immortal bones, tore his seven meridians and eight meridians, Zifu Dantian, and finally turned his whole body into a ball of blood mist.

Fortunately, both the system and the Chaos Divine Body are bound to Zhang Yan's soul.

A faint purple light emerged from the ethereal and helpless soul, flowing out, and began to reshape the body under the eyes of the saint.

"Sure enough!" Yuanshi Tianzun smiled lightly and waved his hand to isolate the ninth level space and speed up time.

Because of going to Yuan Tianzun to accelerate time, Zhang Yan's body grew extremely fast this time.

Zifu Dantian, internal organs, seven meridians and eight meridians...

By the time Zhang Yan returned to his human form again, more than a hundred years had passed in space.

But in the outside world, it only lasts for a quarter of an hour.

This time when the body was reshaped, Zhang Yan completely lost consciousness.

After waking up for a long time, I still don’t know what night it is.

"System..." Zhang Yan was a little scared. It was really terrifying to watch his body disintegrate into blood mist inch by inch.

Watching one's own death helplessly, but being unable to do anything, is the greatest despair in the world.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's determination to become stronger was stronger than ever.

He wants to become stronger! He was so strong that no one in the world could influence his fate or decide his life or death.

"System, let's go!" Zhang Yan suppressed the hatred in his eyes. After experiencing life and death, he became much calmer.

(End of this chapter)